She stood in her shadows,
as it consumed her whole,
Looking to being seen
waiting to be heard
Her screams hidden in agony
Within the depths of her colour.
Like the stars on a snowy night,
Or the moon on the winter solstice.
The riot of generational suppression
finally found a way out
She rose above from the ground,
Light found a way into the darkness,
When the sun shares its light with the moon
yet why can’t you?